Chapter 159. Risking it All.

"I disagree."

In Oscorp, Harry looked at the expressionless Donald Menken in front of him, suppressed his anger, and objected.

"The individual battlefield suit has always been a project my father worked on, and it's been worked on for a long time. Why are we suddenly shutting it down? "

The disappearance of Norman Osborn forced Harry Osborn to take over his father's seat as Chairman of the Board. However, it was clear that Norman was a little more resourceful than the young Harry. Over time, Donald Menken was able to easily reduce his standing in the eyes of the board with a few projects.

Silently looking at Harry, who was clearly upset, Donald Menken stated his reasons in a calm manner, "According to the latest quarterly financial statements, it's clear that Oscorp's investment and revenue from the individual battlefield armour have been showing a downward spiral. In particular, the military has made its intention to abandon any further cooperation with Oscorp clear. They prefer Stark's tech."

"But ..."

"I hope you can understand one thing, Harry. As the chairman of the company, you have a responsibility for the company's internal finances, and you can't let your personal feelings affect Oscorp's development. After all, it isn't your Oscorp alone."

Donald's not-so-subtle words were straight to the point.

Although some high-level directors in Oscorp supported his succession, it was all for their own self-interest. At the same time, some senior directors weren't optimistic about his succession. Donald was one of the best, so even Harry thought he was the leader of the opposition.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Harry then sat back in his seat in a defeated mood. He swept his gaze across the room and silently sighed, "Alright, I get it. Let's follow your plans."

Recently, Harry found himself in a precarious position as he received less and less support within Oscorp.

"A wise decision, Harry."

Seeing that Harry chose to back down, Donald's expression revealed a victorious smile, "By the way, there are also some projects regarding the biotech department that I think we need to ..."

Some of Oscorp's projects were, in fact, set up by Norman Osborn to treat a genetic retrovirus that he had inherited from his family. Now, with Norman's disappearance, the continuation of these departments was naturally in crisis.

...

"Cancel, why? Oscorp has invested so much money in the research and development of the lizard serum, why is it suddenly cancelled!?"

In Oscorp, inside the bio-lab, Professor Connors was already in the worst possible situation because of reduced funding. He never expected that Oscorp would suddenly cancel the research on the lizard serum without warning. He took a deep breath and forced his emotions down, "I'd like to talk to Mr Osborn."

As long as he could meet Harry, Curt was confident that he could persuade him to continue the research.

"I'm sorry, Professor Connors."

However, shaking his head, the secretary decisively refused Connors's request according to the instructions from Donald Menken.

"It's all the decision from Oscorp's board of directors, which of course, includes Mr Osborn ..."

The secretary answered, extinguishing Connors's last hope. He opened his mouth but found himself speechless.

"Oscorp will be taking over the research equipment in the lab tomorrow afternoon, including the ongoing lizard serum research project. Professor Connors, you have one more day to wrap up your work."

"What's the point of wrapping up in this situation?"

Ignoring Professor Connors's sarcastic reply, after explaining everything, the secretary turned to leave.

Watching the secretary leaving, Connors turned to look at the lizard serum in the laboratory. This was the last batch of lizard serum he developed. Limited by the lack of funds, this batch of lizard serum hadn't been completely tested.

But, obviously, he ran out of time.

Looking down at his stump, Professor Connors stretched out his healthy arm and moved his fingers to feel the perfection he had been longing for. The fundamental purpose of his research on lizards was to repair his severed limb, but apparently, Oscorp had shattered that hope.

'I can't let my life's work be killed off so silently. I can't! '

Looking at the lizard serum on the lab table, Professor Connors's flickering eyes eventually flashed with determination.

Stretched out his hand and went to the lab.

...

In New York, among the tall buildings, a nimble passed through.

After the Venom incident, there was no news of Spider-Man for a period of time. Eddie Brock and Norman Osborn gave him quite the shock. Fortunately, he came out of it and resumed his life as a superhero.

Buzz, buzz --

Turning sideways to pass two a narrow gap between two tall buildings, Peter flipped his body with ease and was about to leap to the top of the building when suddenly, the sound of his phone startled him. His pause caused his hand to miss the wall, and he plummeted downwards.

Swish --

In the next second, a thin spider web was launched from his wrist.

When he landed on the top of a tall building, Peter patted his chest. A bit flustered, he quickly took out his phone from his waist. He looked at the number on the screen, then took a deep breath before calmly answering, "Hey, Aunt May. Nah, we're not getting into trouble. Ned? Oh, Ned's in the shower ..."

Turning his head to the pitch darkness on the roof, the young spider lied.

"Of course, I'll be back tomorrow. Don't worry too much. I love you too..."

"Whew."

Peter subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief as he ended his frightful call with Aunt May.

The daily life of a superhero wasn't easy, especially when the superhero had a parental figure.

Relieved, he carefully put the phone away.

Before Peter could relax, he heard the sharp sound of a siren from afar.